Alrighty, we use this one now!

~Real World~

Angel and Richard followed Karl more closely while Alina brought up the rear. She, the information dealing, annoying, woman, was much less valuable to the 'cause' then the two before her. If the sudden need to depart came up, she would be more readily left behind then she thought either the two ahead of her would understand. 'I live to be abandoned, I swear,' she thought, shaking her head a little.

Walking along with ease, she followed without complaint.

~Real World~

As they reached the plane, a very small jet which looked like some sort of modified, early fighter, Karl moved to the rear, watching for any pursuers. He pushed Alina ahead of him to get aboard with the other three. "Keep going. I'll be right there."

~Real World~

Alina rolled her eyes, and sat down in the back, next to the window, gripping the arms of her chair. She had already buckled herself in and she looked forward. The two lovebirds were cuddled together, and snuggling a little.

Alina turned away as Richard started to get personal about Angel's mouth, and she glared at the window. She turned into a frou-frou girl, and that still hadn't had anyone who would, at least, like her. So, she gave up, and immersed herself in the game. 'Idiotic people,' she thought, the glare intensifying.

~Real World~

Karl slowly climbed up, and took the pilot's seat, as there was no pilot there. "Damn fool didn't even send us a pilot... Leavin' me to it, as always..." He ignited the engines, began moving the plane and lifted off from the runway. At least no one tried to follow us, he thought, looking back at the ground, apparently ignoring Alina's sour mood and Mr. and Mrs. Frisky back there.

(Should we skip ahead to when they land? There's a lot of time to RP through if we don't. Just so ya know)

~Real World~

Angel had broken away, and stared out the window, Richard smiling. He loved Angel, and he looked back, seeing Alina glare at the defenseless window. "It's just glass Alina," he called back, only to get ignored.

'Always finding a reason to keep people at bay. Finding a reason to hide in your personal little prison, as always Alina? How can any human live like that?' Richard asked himself before returning his attentions to his wife.

Alina ingnored them throughout the trip, happy when they quartet landed.

((OOC: Yeah, it's okay))

~Real World: Bahamas~

Karl steered the small jet towards the beaches where there was still a heap of blackened wreckage from Luna crashing her one plane. Outside the house nearest the beach stood a man tapping his foot impatiently. He touched down and finally stopped moving just in front of the owner of the property.

"About bloody time! I was beginning to think some Cercatore had you or something!" the man yelled in his English accent.

Karl slid out of the plane and put up a small ladder from the side for the other three. "Let me introduce you to your host, Nigel Jameson - also known as Dagda."

Nigel squinted through his dark glasses, and eventually took them off. One look at him, and one could tell he was the spitting image of his character in the World. "Greetings to you all! So good of you to make it."

~Real World: Bahamas~

"Hello!" Angel greeted happily, and Richard sighed.

"As you can tell, this is Rose, also known as Angel. I'm Rune, also known as Richard," he stated, and Alina smacked him upside the head, barely reaching from her smaller height.

"Stop gloating! Over the fact I'm positive you told him all about me!" Alina stated, glaring up at him.

"Oh, Alina, it's all right! Dagda...Nigel...he would've found out anyway Alina," Angel stated, grinning, and Alina nodded, calming with Angel's personality.

"Besides, how foolish do you think we were? Cercatroes missed us by one apartment," Alina added.

"And you drove like a madwoman," Richard stated, and Alina growled at him.

~Real World: Bahamas~

Nigel shook his head. "Now, um, if you're all through bickering... You're very lucky the Cercatores didn't get to you. If they had, well, I'd rather not think about that." He pointed to a house several doors down from his. "I've arranged for you to stay there for the time being. It's vacant this time of year and the owners have agreed to let you stay there." He didn't mention that he had to pay a hefty sum in order to secure that agreement. He saw no need to.

~Real World: Bahamas~

"They're done. Don't worry Nigel, they won't do it often. Alina just thinks forward for the group, and Richard just looks forward for me...and well, that causes them to have plenty of arguments," Angel stated, smiling.

Richard smiled, and wrapped his arms around her waist, grinning, while Alina rolled her eyes. It was true though. The two got into arguements because they kind-of got along. "Let's go Richard. Because, I know what the doctor said. Remember, I went with Angel last time. And the doctor said, any travelling, she needs rest. MARCH!" Alina ordered, going up to the house, carrying three bags.

She paused, and looked back at Nigel. "Thanks," she stated, before continuing.

~Real World: Bahamas~

The hacker followed them and unlocked the house. He gave Richard the key. "I have a copy, just in case I have to get in for whatever reason. We're relatively safe here though. Don't be surprised if other Tuatha come by to meet you. There's a decent number of us 'round these parts." He turned to leave. "If you require anything, you know where to find me."

~Real World: Bahamas~

Richard nodded a little, and said, "Thanks for the warning. Oh, and warn them about Alina. She won't throw anything that will hurt the house, but the people, if they startle her...OW!"

Richard's explanation was cut short by Alina hitting him with his bag. "Watch it bucko! I'm carrying your stuff! Just open the door so Angel can get some rest and send out engraved warnings later," Alina growled.

He sighed and opened the door, before giving a mock bow to Alina, which caused Angel to smile. "Alina, he has every right to warn them. The last time, you threw a knife at someone who startled you," Angel commented.

Shrugging, she responded, "It's what I had in my hand."

With that, she gently lead Angel in, and Richard shook his head. "Don't worry, she's not violent, just violently protective. Where's the closest bathroom to the front door?" he asked, looking in to see, Angel looking a little ill, and Alina looking oddly calm.

~Real World~

Angel shoved past Richard in a dead run, and threw up in the toilet. "She's good," he answered.

"Morning sickness is a misno-...Richard, make sure it doesn't get too violent. We might have to get medical help then, and I don't think we want to go in that direction," Alina started to explain, but changed midsentence, seeing how Angel had not stood up yet.

"I'm...," Angel started to answer, but was cut off for obvious reasons.

"Richard," Alina stated, pointing.

Placing the bags on the floor, Alina pulled out a list as Richard went to take care of Angel. "She can't take many meds. The doctor actually said, 'No meds unless necessary'. She just needs to rest, and if the vomitting gets too violent, get some medical help," Alina stated, after walking up to Nigel.

((OOC: Once again, I'm borrowing Moon's login. She'll join eventually))

~Real World~

"I'll send Richard running right along. He knows where you are, and is a faster runner then I am. Though, she seems to have stopped throwing up. We'll keep an eye on her," Alina answered, reading over the paper in her hands.

It was the doctor's orders, and she looked around a little. She was also feeling like Lugh was going to pop up any moment. 'I wouldn't mind the extra company. Since Angel will have Richard,' she thought, and went back to reading the paper.

The flushing of the toilet, running water, and spitting were audiable. "Make sure she lays down Richard," Alina commented as they walked out.

"Yeah, yeah. Nigel, where are the rooms? Angel does need to lie down, and she can't relax on couches," Richard asked.

"I always feel like I'm going to fall off," she added, smiling.

Alina was reading it over, and she started humming a little.

~Real World~

Alina put the phone to her ear, and said, "Hello?"

She was positive it was Lugh, but hey, she had to hear the voice first.

Richard nodded, and looked upstairs before swinging Angel up into his arms, bridal style. "Let's wait for Nigel, hmm?" she asked, and Richard rolled his eyes a little.

~Real World~

Alina rolled her eyes. "So I can hear. I'm doing...fine really. Angel, that's Rose, nearly threw up her stomach, so I think she should get some medical attention (at that point she gave Angel a pointed look), but according to doctor's orders, which is what I was looking at, still kind-of am, it doesn't warrent it. I'm travelling with Richard, that's Rune, and you know how well we get along. Oh, and Nigel's kind-of standing over by the two of them. How are you? Wait, before you answer that," she answered, and looked at them.

"Go to bed Angel! Up, up!" she shooed, and Richard sighed.

"That's our sign to have me get to bed. Richard, come on," Angel stated, still in his arms.

"All right, Angel will be asleep the minute she goes to bed! So, how are you?" Alina repeated, and Angel pointed to the stairs.

"Yes ma'am," Richard muttered, and Angel laughed a little.

~Real World~

Alina's eyes brightened slightly, and she grinned. "So, medium steak and red wine, right?" she asked, double checking about his order.

"Of course, don't go asking the guy who flew us about my cooking. Barely tasted it before the Ceratores burst through the apartment next door. I also had to practically threaten him to get him to eat any. So, Lugh, how will you look when you're out and about?" she added, grinning.

Richard made her way up the stairs carefully, and got up to the second floor. "Which of these are bedrooms?" he asked, eyeing the doors.

He knew, in some houses, some doors lead to closets.

((OOC: In case you are wondering, I've got my computer working))

~Real World~

"Ah, that would make it easy to notice you. And you would be able to enjoy the rain again," Alina answered, nodding in agreement.

"How did you do this anyway? Without being caught. I'm guessing it might have to do with the fact it is Nigel's phone," she inquired.

Upstairs, Richard nodded his thanks, and entered, gently putting Angel on the bed before sitting next to her. "Now, if we don't want Alina getting mad at us, I suggest going to sleep," he commented, taking off her shoes.

Pulling the blanket around her, and looked at Nigel. "Let's talk in the hallway," he suggested, leaving the room, and getting away from the door.

Downstairs, Alina knew something was wrong with Angel. 'She can't handle losing another,' she thought.

~Real World~

Alina laughed. "You surprised me," she stated, and her eyes flicked up to the stairs.

"Lugh, please don't hang up, since you have such a wide access to the Internet, can you find out why Angel has such a hard time with pregnancies? I think the doctor's are missing something, unless you can't do it," she asked, focusing on something.

She knew either Lugh would turn something up or couldn't do it. It couldn't hurt to ask.

Upstairs, Richard turned to Nigel, and said, "She feels warmer then she should. If you could find me a thermometer please. If she has a 100 degree or more fever, you might need to get the medical help. But, I too hope she gets through this. If we can catch the warning signs earlier, she most likely will."

He looked at Nigel, looking almost distressed. He worried constantly about Angel, and he knew she worried about him. Right now, he was trying to not worry her, so he was relaxing near her most the time.

~Real World~

"I give doctor's enough credit in the fact they would have found something like that. It has to be genetics. But I can't hack to save my life, and Richard doesn't want to worry Angel, so he won't do it for me. There's got to be someone. I wonder how good Nigel is. I don't doubt him, but Angel's medical records could be the answer to everything," Alina answered, looking thoughtful.

Richard smiled, taking the thermoter, and walked in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he smiled down at Angel. "You're going to take my temp, aren't you?" she asked, and he grinned.

"How do you know these things?" he asked, gently kissing her forhead.

Slipping the thermoter under her tounge, he waited. It beeped, and when he pulled it out, he smiled. "Go to sleep Angel," he whispered, gently kissing her lips, and walked out.

"It's 99 degrees. I don't care if it isn't over 100 degrees, it's going to climb. She felt cooler earlier," he commented softly, closing his eyes.

"At least it's not over 100. If it had been...," he drifted off and shook his head.

"She'll be okay, and baby too, if we make sure it doesn't mean the baby this time," he added.

~Real World~

"Nigel, can I have a word with you?" Alina called from downstairs, making sure the mouth piece of the phone was far enough away from her mouth so she wouldn't make Lugh go deaf.

Upstairs, Richard raised an eyebrow at the request. "I'll be with Angel. She might ask you to do something illegal, just to let you know," he stated, and went into the bedroom, laying down next to his wife.

~Real World~

"Could you hack into Angel's medical files, and those of both her parents and see if any gentic problems come up. Also, if you want, look around in her hospital records. Particullary when she was hospitilized after stiches. Let us see if some problems come from the thing. Thank you Nigel," Alina commented sweetly, and she sounded murderous at thing.

Both Richard and Alina had issues with the thing that called itself Angel's father.

~Real World~

"She never would have been treated as a child Nigel. The only time she went to a hospital was when the thing that decided it was her father beat her so bad she wouldn't live if he didn't. I'll send Richard down there. Lugh? Do you want to talk to Nigel?" Alina corrected in the murderous sweet voice, taking the paper.

It was obvious that whoever the father of Angel was, he better pray to whoever was listening he wouldn't meet Alina in a dark alley.

~Real World~

"Ta ta," Alina muttered, hanging up the phone.

Going to the doctor's. 'Angel is going to be thrilled,' she thought, rolling her eyes.

It would turn out, Angel's thoughts would be proven wrong. While Nigel and Alina had been conversing downstairs, Richard had been able to get Angel to sleep. She wouldn't wake for anything, even an earthquake.

((OOC:I'm going to guess Nigel's going to knock, but that's me))

~Real World~

Picking Angel up, he slipped her out from under the blankets. Shifting her easily, she only curled up closer to him, and he smiled. "There, there now Angel," he whispered, and, with difficult, got out the bedroom door, down the stairs.

Walking down the stairs carefully, he grinned at Alina's look. "She fell alseep," Richard stated.

"I'm not blind Richard," Alina commented, and she handed the phone back to Nigel.

"Where are we going, exactly?" Richard asked.

~Real World~

"And what car would take us? Would I be driving, or would it be one of the people who work for you? And where is it?" Alina asked, being the brave one as Richard followed her.

Shutting the door with some difficulty, Richard continued following the pair. "Alina, Nigel knows what he's doing," Richard stated, and during this entire time, Angel only snuggled against Richard's chest.

~Real World~

"I don't want to drive," Alina commented, opening the passenger and backseat doors.

Alina got in the passenger seat while Richard got into the back. Buckling Angel across the waist he gently ran his fingers through her hair, keeping her in a sleeping state. "She won't wake up for awhile," Richard commented.

~Real World~

"Thank God. Because, I don't like ducking around," Alina grumbled out, opening the door as Richard gathered Angel in his arms once more.

"When should I wake her up?" Richard asked, not really wanting to.

Angel would be upset at being taken to the doctor's in her sleep, though she would be elated if it meant saving her unborn children. 'Because her 'father' made it hard for her to adopt...well, and for the fact that the past 10 years, their jobs were not mentionable,' he thought, flinching a little at that.

In his arms, Angel stirred a little, and Alina read the paper. "What doctor are we seeing Nigel?" Alina asked.

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